Atlantis Dreaming

Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and infantile sands, Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores, Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands, Too late did our vaticinators previse deluded by knowledge's eldritch doors, Of Lemuria and Mu, once reigning over the eastern climes, As the deceitful dancers sway to notes execrable, For their perspicacious chanters mumbling over antediluvian rhymes, The Brobdingnagian power untethered to crystalline pyramids, prodigious and incredible, As these inimical dreams descend upon me under a Carib sky, My fevered mind stalwart to this time begins its empyrean dance, Into the measureless currents of sleep I fly, A boundary broken limitless by words unspoken beyond time's cyclopean expanse, How could a sole entity depict the wafting citadels of eternal electrum, titanium and true gold, Of the pellucid towers commanding the salient aether, Antecedent portals from a vanished race bending time traversing beyond spaces cold, Tamers of the bestial winds, riders upon Gaea's gifts we savor, Too late, did we realize our epoch was at a cataclysmic end, Further and farther did our dreamers seek the surreptitious places, A astral vibration inside to the diamond chamber I ascend, In this ageless sepulcher Neath Atlantis dreaming for the fall borne Wormwood beyond cosmic spaces.